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The Essees still for the returned Elijah,
Pious devotion shackles them to their faith a slave,
The Greek gods down from the heights of Mount Zion,
Joking that the worship of the literal fade with time.

Let me myself,
I am the son of man born, died, deified.
All this is bound,
No to separate the myth from the facts,
Fairy tales saying that the end of have come at last.

Was it always this simple and
We were only held by faith-based malaise,
The hubris of the that only God can judge me.
Was it only are were we simply that naive,
Oh so convinced that we are manipulated by a hand,
Oh so convinced that this is part of a divine

Anyone can us,
will judge us,
And the God us,
He doesn't love us.
You know,
You've spent whole life figuring it out,
So you know.